#i'm gonna post this preview and the ACOTAR preview

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for the ask game: 🌻🍰🦋

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🌻 least favourite character / hardest to write

for ACOTAR: Elain, Nesta, Tamlin (post-ACOTAR), Beron

I will say this now, and it's probably because I haven't finished ACOSF, but I am not the biggest fan of Elain or Nesta. It is very hard for me to write them romantically, so I'm sorry for people who might request them in the future, but I cannot do requests for either Archeron sister.

Tamlin, post-ACOTAR, we all know why. Pre and during ACOTAR I might be able to write for him.

And Beron, we all know why. LMAO.

for genre (weirdly enough): romance, action-driven scenes, politics

🦋 tell us about your current wip

Dreamwalkers - Azriel x Reader

Based off Jeonghan x Wonwoo's MV "Last Night".

Preview: He's been chasing after her for centuries, the girl who was a figment of people’s imaginations. The girl that is seen in everyone’s dreams. That girl. Azriel, a dreamwalker, is set to find this girl that seems to wander through dreams. Why is it important? Because that girl is the love of his life.

Bleeding Crowns Part 3

I'm not sure if this will be the last part, or if I'll be writing more. But I know that this part will be mostly set in Autumn Court and the dynamics between the Vanserra family and our wife!reader. It's a build-up chapter for the climax of the series. I'm still plotting and brainstorming this part out, especially since part 2 seemed to be very lack luster in response.

Azris x Reader (Addams Family AU)

A prequel to the original one-shot of the Addams AU with Azris. On how our pastel princess!reader and the husbands met.

🍰 where you like to write

it's mostly gonna be in my room at my computer. there will be days where I will write on my phone at work when there is downtime or in bed when I have big inspirations.

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lovesick

(Hanahaki preview/prologue scene)

Marlena pulled the door to her brother’s room shut behind her, the latch catching with a soft click. She sagged against the door frame, exhausted.

“Mom?”

Jerking her head up, she saw her son peering out of his doorway, rubbing sleepy eyes. “Go back to bed, sweetheart, it’s late.”

“Is Uncle Darian gonna be okay?”

Marlena sighed. She’d been trying to avoid this topic in her own head but now, at 4 o’clock in the morning, it seemed she was going to have the conversation with her six year old.

“Let’s get you tucked back in bed and we’ll talk about it.” She crossed the hall and pushed the door wide, letting the light from the hallway illuminate the bedroom rather than turning on the light.

Barry climbed into bed and she helped him arrange the blankets again. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and smoothed the hair back from his worried forehead.

“Uncle Darry is really sick,” she told him honestly. “And he’s not going to get better.”

“The flowers are hurting him?”

Marlena nodded. “The flowers are… Uncle Darian loves someone very much, someone who doesn’t love him back and…”

“Why not?”

“Why not what?”

“Why don’t they love him back? Can’t we ask? Make them?”

“Oh, sweetie... Well, sometimes people just don’t. It’s nobody’s fault. It’s not that man’s fault that he doesn’t love Darian and it’s not Darian’s fault for loving him. He just does and… well, it’s like his body doesn’t know what to do with all this love. So it makes flowers. But there’s too many and… they make it hard to breathe. And eventually he won’t be able to at all.”

“Like he’s swimming?”

“Yeah, like he’s underwater,” she agreed. “But for now he’s still here and we can love him and spend time with him.” She ruffled his hair and added, “And draw him pictures. And tell him about cool frogs.”

“And read my space book to him?”

“Absolutely, he’d love that. He’s the one that bought it for you.”

“I’ll read it to him tomorrow!” Barry’s smile was overtaken by a yawn. He turned over on his side and pulled the covers up to his chin.

“G’night, sweetie.”

“‘Night, momma,” he answered, voice already softened by sleepiness.

Marlena smoothed the blanket over his shoulder. Barry was so much like his uncle. They both loved so enthusiastically, throwing their whole hearts into it. She hoped when Barry found love it came back to him.

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a court of denim and fire

(prologue/preview of ACOTAR Blupjeans AU)

There was no time. Barry could feel the complicated spell weave closing around them, feel his power being pulled away, being pulled to her, the dark and awful claws of her magic digging into him, claiming him.

With the secret scraps of magic still remaining under his control he threw his own dense tapestry of magic out, far away to his Court, to his home. He could feel his family - Magnus, Julia, and Kravitz - all realize what he was doing, feel their protest. But there wasn’t time for another option, wasn’t even time to explain. He could keep them safe at least. Keep one place protected from this. From her.

Then the connection was cut off and most of his magic was stripped away.

Now he had a part to play. A role he’d have to excel at if that safety were to last. He squared his shoulders and held his head high. He would make whatever sacrifices were necessary to know his family, his true home, was protected.

—-

Taako was sick again. His fever had come down some in the last few hours but it had spiked overnight for the last three days. A fourth might finally be too much.

Lup couldn’t watch him fade and fight and fade again. She had to get the doctor and that meant she had to get money.

“I’ll be back,” she told him as she fastened her cloak around her throat. She picked up her bow and quiver. “I’ll bring you help, I pro-”

“Don’t promise,” he whispered, his eyes feverishly bright.

“Taako? I promise.”